Kings Crossing (Alternative)

The problem I have with the soul contraption,
Swallowed up slowly like a bad reaction,
All around what you do and say, while the symptom falls further away

You live in silence, but you can't describe it,
So what's the point of talking at all?

The store bought injury, the family cane
Just another boy, bad at the game

This is when you need a friend to keep you moving around
Because all your thinking has made you slow-
You might be stopping out, you know

Frustrated fireworks inside your head,
There's a lit fuse smoking, you caught instead
It's what you're dealing, but it's just a start
Was a time since your problem was a poison dart
And you act like a cowboy, whatever's in my hat
I'm a hardboiled hero, and I'm not so bad
But I didn't know when to run from this

A proud fan is going to see you shatter
I know that there really isn't anything the matter
Nothing is going to be crying words, they only want their voice to be heard
They use it sometimes, to show that they're around
Or they build you up a theory, like the walls of a town
A tired and ancient ruler right now
The neighborhood slaves are hardly skilled

Open your parachute, and drop your weight
Float on down to the center, and investigate
I did my self-requirement, better cop out hard,
Or I'll leave right now
Because this feeling of loving, I felt it in my chest
Like the nighttime footsteps of an unknown guest
I know it wasn't me, I wasn't moving..

I felt thunder, the rain was pouring
I know it must be something wrong, all this is restoring
You don't have to live in a lifeless state.
Stay in the center and wait
Stay in the center and wait
Stay in the center and wait